The throne room burns with shadows. Michelle sits alone, crown heavy, hands trembling against her wine glass.
Her voice is a whisper, almost to herself.
“Queen, mother, wife… yet none of it feels enough. When did power become loneliness?”
“No one said it woule be easy and i can deal with that, but some guidance would have been nice. Especially since more worlds appeard and i need to keep the peace between all of them, even though my lovely husband Olivier would prefer to declare war against all of them, only to rule over more than just Hell-City.”
The crown gleams, but her eyes shine with something darker: doubt.
“I wonder if Olivier realises that some of the other cities are not the ones to mess with, even though his queen isn’t just fully a human… not at all. Only the people who are close to me know that i can transform to a fluffy white house cat for when i need to spy on things, my fangs are sharp enough to drawn blood from someone’s neck due my vampire side.” mutters to herself “thanks granny Louisa…” adds with a sigh “plus we’re all demons here in Hell-City. How does my Olly think we can win that war from machines, nightmares, the Holy ones AND our own family cities?”
